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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BABY'S CHARMS, by ANONYMOUS First Line: "my little son, I wish you well, your mother's comfort when in grief" | |||
My little son, I wish you well, your mother's comfort when in grief, My pretty boy, what can I do? Will you not give one hour's relief? Sleep has just passed, and me he asked if this my son in slumber lay. Close, close your little eyes, my child; send your sweet breath far leagues away. You are the fount of rose water; you are with every beauty fraught. Sleep, darling son, my pretty one, my golden button richly wrought. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest..."'TIS MIDNIGHT, AND THE SETTING SUN" by ANONYMOUS "'TWAS ROLLOG, AND THE MINIM POTES" by ANONYMOUS 1648 : FOR COSSACKS by ANONYMOUS A CHERRY YEAR / A MERRY YEAR by ANONYMOUS A COMET FROM THE RHYMERS' CLUB AFAR by ANONYMOUS "A FOX, A FOX, UP GALLANTS TO THE FIELDS" by ANONYMOUS A HORSE AND A FLEA AND THREE BLIND MICE by ANONYMOUS "A LAIRD, A LORD / A COOPER, A THIEF" by ANONYMOUS A LITTLE COCK SPARROW SAT ON A GREEN TREE by ANONYMOUS |
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